Sure my love is all crostLike a bud in the frostAnd there's no use at all in my going to bed,For 't… — Samuel Lover Copy Share Image
I regard texture similar to the function of taste buds in our mouths. But in a visual form. Texture does create a… — Adamo Macri Copy Share Image
Love is such a simple thing when we have only one-and-twenty summers and a sweet girl of seventeen trembles under our glance,… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
As buds give rise by growth to fresh buds, and these, if vigorous, branch out and overtop on all sides many a… — Charles Darwin Copy Share Image
Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more!… — John Keats Copy Share Image
To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
There can be no barrenness in full summer. The very sand will yield something. Rocks will have mosses, and every rift will… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
...my boredom might be described as a malady affecting external objects and consisting of a withering process; an almost instantaneous loss of… — Alberto Moravia Copy Share Image
One of the remarkable characteristics of young wild sunflowers, in addition to growing in soil that is not hospitable, is how the… — Quentin L. Cook Copy Share Image
The code of poor laws has at length grown up into a tree, which, like the fabulous Upas, overshadows and poisons the… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
Men say their pinnacles point to heaven. Why, so does every tree that buds, and every bird that rises as it sings.… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
Critics are a kind of freebooters in the republic of letters--who, like deer, goats and divers other graminivorous animals, gain subsistence by… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
A flow'ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying; Extinct, with scarce the sense of… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
When a bud breaks it becomes a flower, when a heart breaks it becomes divine. — Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Copy Share Image
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
The lyric abstrusities of Auden ring mystically down the circular canals of my ear and it begins to look like snow. The… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And so, lifting as we climb, onward and upward we go, struggling and striving, and hoping that the buds and blossoms of… — Mary Church Terrell Copy Share Image
“One’s like a closed bud, and most of what one reads and does has no effect at all; but there are certain… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Have you ever felt a potential love for someone? Like, you don't actually love them and you know you don't, but you… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
